Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Their audacity to talk smack about me

They have such audacity to talk about me like I'm not there,
Mocking me all the time,
Saying I'm do nothing all the time.
Their minimalism is so rewarding for
At the end of a long evening, I know I've bested them.
I know that though it may seem
As though I did nothing all day,
I've really encountered and defeated tremendous feats
That I can barely tell anyone about.
I'm truly all alone in this world,
However, I am greatly adored in the other.

April 1, 2004
Suge


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